I thought of how best to proceed. Should I just ask her?I formed the words in my head. ‘Aunt Betty, would you like me to finger your vagina?’I d...ecided against that. Nothing sounded right, I knew that women liked romance, but could not think of a romantic way of phrasing this.Action. That’s what was needed, actions speak louder than words.As I deliberated on what to do, aunt Betty stood up. She walked over to the fireplace and leaned on the mantelpiece. I saw that her feet were spaced. Liza introduced Sherri and Emily to her son Brandon and soon they were on the road. The two ladies sat in the front seat and listened to the conversation from behind them until they reached the interstate.“How old is Brandon?” Sherri asked.“Brandon is fifteen,” Liza said, as she glanced at the other mother. “Emily is... ?”“Fourteen.”“Chet says you’re an accountant?” Liza asked.“I’m a CPA with O’Grady Professional Services. Do you work? Outside the home I mean.”“I volunteer at the Helping Paws. We were so close to beating them,” the female voice said. The female voice was Melissa. We had met through the world of online shooting games and we had formed a little team where we battled other teams online on weekends. I didn’t know much about her though. She was 18, I knew that much, and she liked computer games of course. I had never seen a picture of her or asked for it. But why should I? We did talk about personal things sometimes, but mostly about the games we played or would like to. Maya: No, no. No need to check anything. I trust your words. Maya had to admit that she trust her tailor's words that he has seen her panty through her petticoat and somehow resisted Ramlal to come to her backside to check that. Her hands automatically went on to her ass out of womanly shyness and she stupidly tried to cover her round ass with her palm. Maya: But how do you know...Master-ji thankfully intercepted in between because I did not know what to ask actually. Master-ji: Madam, I.